User blog comment:Corbus/A New Home/@comment-1298206-20110922005023

''The hefty rat slouches back against a stone, his appetite having been tamed for now. He tosses the bone he had been chewing on a few moments ago to the side before relaxing for a few minutes. He rises to his footpaws and pulls from his belt a unique and rare weapon: a pistol crossbow. He grips it in one paw before walking away. He stops and hides behind a tree when he hears voices. He peers from around the tree and sees two weasels, a male and a female''